The old man
Walking his old dog
Trudging, no rush
Step by step
With a bit of help
From his old stick
Passes by
A group of youngsters
Who stop to see
As unhurried he manages
And at them grins
Only one of them
Actually observes
Realizing that that will
One day be him.
© Dulce
Image : Little Boy VI by Idal Mia Jotta
18 comments:
Yes, most of us will be like that.
I have often wondered about age. I can't believe that in three years I will be 30. Where did the time go?
yeah, that happens... only the other day i wondered when i would die. how old i'd be. and all the other what's, if's, who's that came with that thought... and then i quickly cut it off. death frightens and scares me... too darn permanent.
ONE DAY I WILL BE OLD!!who can stop this to happen!!!..:(
TIME: Is there such as you? Or did everything REALLY happen in that split second, that wondrous moment..of the CREATION?
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OK Dulce, OK now, you are getting personal with these poems, ya hear? --grin!
This is thoughtful, insightful, beautifully worded. You have a wonderful talent, and you think perceptively. And I like your photo also!
"See" you around!
May PEACE remain with you.
Old man with an old stick!
Can I say something to Shadow here? Please?
I too, think occasionally about death, but I have not the slightest fear about it. Thank God SOME condition in Creation is "permanent".
I believe our souls are blest with this quality of permanence. (You do also!)
PEACE
Powerful. That moment when we realize -- what the future holds for us.
Quite thought-provoking, dear Dulce! That will be me any day now, "sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
(but my dog thinks I'm a genius and a supermodel. Goddess bless dogs!)
I find it interesting that no one seems to wonder of the one who sees ahead beyond tomorrow. He will be brilliant but tortured as his thinking runs deep. He now has become as old as the man in his seeing and must carry all that goes with it. Interesting. ~rick
I do know know why, but I always realized as a child, that the possibilities of my future -- good and bad -- were mirrored in the elders around me. I know that is what kept me from using drugs. It also guided my actions making most of the life altering decisions which came my way.
Oh, Dulce I so loved this poem.
It is just wonderful.
What a wonderful writer you are!
Thank you!
Margie
xxx
P.S And that picture goes perfectly with the poem.
Wonderful poem. When I was a kid I made fun of an old lady that was becoming senile who used to walk down the sidewalk in front of my grandmother's house. My grandmoyjer said " John some day you will be old too."
Today is that day .
That is the smart one. ;)
~Silver
Missed your comment yesterday.
... And blessed are the ones who get to that age! Very well observed, Dulce!
i too have been thinking about how quickly time flies. maybe bcs my daughter is having a bday tomorrow and she's 8 hrs away.
wonderful post!
smiles,
Shhh!
I like your reflections here..nice-
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